Wednesday, September 26, 2012

I need a handyman. Lyman was my handy man. In so many ways. Ahem.

I have some things to hang and some furniture to move, and I'm just too darned worn out to do it myself after running around like a lunatic for three months. There's a big, heavy mirror that I can't hang alone.

Lyman was so capable and smart and funny and good-looking and sexy. What'll I do?

3 comments:

(I can hear Mom's voice saying "The world was paved on good intentions.")

I know you must be having a difficult time adjusting to Uncle Lyman's absence, and I wish I had the words of strength and comfort to lift your heavy heart! Just know that you remain in my good thoughts and prayers!!